Imagine all the dreams mined inside you,
Picture that which you already know, and depict that which you already knew,
Now, Rejoice in the complexity of a thought that is forever willing, to gamble, but only for purpose of plot.

Because you cannot lose at a game you made with your own two hands,
And you cannot expect enthusiasm from a schedule filled with demands-

You may have heard it from me, or maybe through the grapes of time,
Paths, no matter which,
Will lead back to the foundation of all rhyme-

I float like the lady,
Who collects society, tooth by tooth
I ripple out inside the holy fountain, healing words used to age youth

The water is clear, and the weather is fine,
come on in, the temperature is divine.